After Party

I'm getting over you
a high that's wearing off
tossed salad of emotions
now I know what it feels like
to tell them "Go to Hell"
then wait for their return
it's on the tip of my fingers like braille
it's even worse than they said it was
I was broken to pieces
someone else was gonna bleed
so it would all amount to something
tried to write an autobiography of my life
every page read "You."
swimming in this fishbowl overlooking the ocean
just like all the rest, you're just another poem
how reassuring it is that there's salt
in both our tears and the ocean
eyes pour like fire hydrants busted open
neither of us are sure why
but I feel like I should thank you